Things have been a bit on the crazy side lately, which is why it feels like I’ve dropped off the face of the earth a bit.
Victorian Cut-out Theatre season 3 premieres this Friday (July 15th) on Cinevore.com. This new version of the show is the best the show has ever been and if you like what you see, please repost on social media and tell your friends about it. With social media algorithms being the way they are, I need your help to get the word out. So please tell everyone you know about the hilarity of Victorian Cut-out Theatre. I’m bias, but this season really is the strongest yet. This first episode is all about coffins and burials.
It is 9:30PM as I type this and it is 90 degrees in our house. The coolest room in the house is my son’s room, which is the only room to have a window air conditioner. Seriously, it’s like a freezer in there. I’m so jealous. As it stands I’m okay, typing this in Bermuda shorts while our ceiling fan moves air around. I will do my best to think cooling thoughts.
It has been a little while since I checked in so I thought I’d drop you guys a line.
I’ve almost reached my original episode goal for Season 3 of VCoT. It is killing me not sharing them as soon as they are completed, but having them stockpiled will actually be better in the long run, both for Cinevore and myself. I’m not in a position where I can create episodes in the same way that I used to. This is actually a very good thing.
I’ve been busy lately with a lot of creative stuff. The new episode of VCoT is complete, which means that I’m over halfway to my original goal for episodes. Things are going well enough that I’m actually thinking about creating a few more episodes. I've created a few graphic promos over the past several weeks for various folks. All of which, have turned out exceptionally well. Mostly though, I’ve been writing for Cinevore, who seem to be firing on all cylinders these days with a barrage of projects.
My car took another dump, and this time, it’s something I can’t Frankenstein back together myself. Hopefully we’ll be able to get it into a mechanic for reasonably priced fix starting tomorrow. Our days of getting by with a single vehicle are officially over since siring a child. Upon having a child, I’ve noticed that some people go out and buy the most absurdly large and obnoxious vehicle they can find. You know the ones that make traversing in modern parking lot a gargantuan form of Operation.
Sometimes I feel like a fraud.
I feel like any good work I’ve ever done is just a fluke. That most of what I do is terrible and that people are going to realize it, if they haven’t already.
Do you ever feel the way?
We’re not frauds though.
We’re creative people and sometimes that means you get into a dry spell, or a spell of self doubt. When you work by yourself, it’s doubly difficult to pull yourself out sometimes.
10 hours from now, I will be sitting at the Denver International Airport to pick up my wife and son from their visit to the west coast.
It’s 5 AM as I attempt to type this. My cat, the fiend known as Buckaroo Banzai or
“the dark one” for the color of his coat as well as his heart, has taken up my lap and arm and is purring furiously.
I’m never sure how personal to get on this blog.